Full Monty? Wasn’t so hard?
<snerk>!
what? the thing I just bought on eBay? (it was a **Fight Club ** reference)
speaking of eBay - I tried to buy one of their brightly colored foot high its -but they don’t actually sell those 
And that would be about the only thing I would want to buy on ebay! Dam.
Aaaack! Apparently, I did not escape from the high winds unscathed. I spoke to my husband awhile ago who came home to see the gate from our fence wrenched from the fence and on the ground. The hinges were completely torn out and twisted in the process. So, lucky me, I get to help repair our gate tomorrow. I hope to goodness that our fence posts aren’t completely tweaked. They are cemented in and I do not want to dig those out.
Envy me.
I suppose it could be worse. It seems many homes had trees fall on them today. Additionally, one poor fella had a tree fall on him while he was trying clear another downed tree. Fortunately, it appears he’ll be okay, it pinned him by the legs.
I think I shall call all of you George.
Dinner sounded yum, Lissla. Can you pass me some of that chocolate gingerbread? Oh, and tell Dishwashing Husband he’s stuck. We wouldn’t know who you were talking about if you called him something else.
Four hours of power outage???!!! I would have gone nuts. Actually, I would have gone home. Maybe.
Glad FCD appears to be progressing a bit. Sounds like fluids are the answer; just tell him we said so. 
And as usual, your accomplishments amaze me. How come I never have that much energy?
cb, didn’t they teach you to disinfect your computer? Although, I’m not sure we’ve dusted in here in a while. ::Frantically waves feather duster around::
Drae, the only problem with being helped along is that you never know if you’ll come across these people again and need their support.
NYC trip sounds like fun, Mika. I haven’t been there in ages. (My friends who used to live nearby have all moved elsewhere…)
rigs - you must get a camera of some sort. We want to see your new hair!!!
Personally, I like the George concept. That way we’ll never have problems remembering people’s names. And while I’m sure there would be confusion at first about which George we were referring to, I believe we are all creative enough that we’d be able to keep everyone straight*. Probably via generous application of nicknames. 
So…I had a major crapola day. Wanted to spit nails, kick holes in solid objects, cry, pit various and sundry people and organizations.
This was pretty much me: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:
Fortunately, by the time I got home, I had developed a cheerfulness restoration plan: 1) Listen to one of my favorite albums, and 2) eat something yummy.
I made quesadillas (corn tortillas and Chihuahua cheese, topped with some avocado, salsa and cilantro) and then, because the avocado was so yummy (and so small) a couple of tacos that were just avocado, salsa and cilantro. Yummmmm. And then some chocolate with hazelnuts.
It’s amazing what a little happy music and good food will do to reduce hostility.
Also, reading the MMP helped lots. Thanks.
I’m now considering a movie. Any suggestions?
Off to the DVD drawers…
GT
*And lest anyone wonder, that would be straight as in “not confused,” rather than straight as in “not gay.”
I understand this is really tasty, but it takes so long to milk the Chihuahuas…
'Bout fell off the couch laughing. Never even crossed my mind.
GT
Hey! You know what’s fun?
OK, pretend you work in an animal hospital. Now pretend there’s this Real Big Dog what’s in for some light surgery. Now pretend that it’s after the surgery and you’re helping to get that Real Big Dog into a cage so she can wake up safely. Now pretend that Real Big Dog starts to slip out of your grip and sorta slides onto the floor in front of the cage she’s supposed to wake up in. Now pretend you’re reaching down to grab the back end of the Real Big Dog to boost her into the cage. Now pretend your hand hits poop coming at you from the other way.
Yeah, that’s fun.
Especially when it gets all under your fingernails.
And right after surgeries it’s time for lunch.
In other Work Related News: Yesterday it was decided cake would be a good idea. This was not even my personal idea, but I went along with it. So I took up a Cake Collection and at lunch time (with no poop on my hands that day) I went to the store and got cake. Chocolate birthday cake. With a rose and a clown head on it. There wasn’t anything written on it.
I would have gotten something written on it in icing, only the Cake Lady was at lunch or something and there was no one there to write on the cake with icing. I would have had it say “Happy Cake Day!”.
Look…!!! It’s Rue!!! Yay!!!
And there’s stuff popping out of animals again! My week is complete.
GT
That’s much nicer than having it say “Happy poop in the hand day.”
The only thing stupider than leaving your car’s lights on from 8:45 am to 1:00 pm and killing the battery… is arriving home at last after the nice man that BCAA dispatched has started your car, and getting out of car, and locking it behind you. Then realising that you took the door key off to leave the car running to charge while you ran back up to your office to fetch your purse and coat. Except you forgot to pee, and forgot your coat, too. The coat is still at work, and the purse, phone (the only phone I have as we’re cell-only now) and miscellaneous stuff-from-the-work-week are all sitting in the locked car. And there’s no way to call your husband and update him, and husband is quite touchy about keeping cell phone on and near. And you know husband will be irate if he can’t reach you.
Well, it could have been worse.
I could have locked ALL the keys in car, along with the cell phone and purse. Becuase it’s really, really COLD outside, not like February at all. Okay, so that could have been worse. I’m inside and the furnace is turned on.
And apparently I can send husband a text message from the web to his phone to advise him that although he might call me before he comes home, I won’t be answering as the phone’s in the car, along with the door key and all the other necessities of life.
It could have been worse.
I’m inside and I have a BOTTLE OF WINE here, and I am not afraid to open it.
Happy Friday, everyone. Brr… it’s cold here .
Why yes, I’m sure worse things have happened. But it sure doesn’t sound like fun. Good thing about the wine. Can I have a glass too? ::Pushes glass through CD drive::
GT
It’s not cold there, Savannah. It’s going to be -30 with windchill tonight.
We’re staying in and watching movies.
Yep-We’re looking at -20 windchills here and it’s dropped to 9.
Went for a walk with my husband when it was still 20. Not going out again, if we can help it. #1 daughter is out still, but many get a ride home.
Just watched a Brady Bunch Biography Special on A&E. Meh–but I kept watching.
Plus, I got all the trivia questions right, except one.
This disturbs me.
You’re absolutely right about this not being “cold”, but for us wimpy west coasters–we’re used to riding bikes, gardening, doing all sorts of obnoxious stuff, right through “winter”. This is a shock to the system!
I’m worried about my palm trees.
I mean, no lie, I’ve got some palms out in the back, and they might not adjust well to things like “wind chill”.
On the other hand, we’ve had a rat problem in Victoria and environs due to the previously very mild, wet winter, so maybe this will freeze the nasty buggers.
And it’s glorious to have clear, bright days after almost record-breaking rain and darkness.
PS The wine is GOOD.
Ooh! you are near or in Victoria? I’ve been there–it’s lovely!
Off to bed soon. maybe I’ll have great hair sex (not to be confused with great sex hair).
I asked my husband (who has a camera on his phone) how to get pics from phone to here and he has no clue. sorry. And there will be no pics of sex and hair EVER.
(do I get the TMI award?)
Rue -it doesn’t count until a human hands you their poop. Been there, done that. (at least I had gloves on!)
But what is great hair sex? I need to know.
Victoria is lovely. The climate is great, and the pace–until recently–was just where I liked it. Alas, I feel that ‘we’re’ growing too much and too fast, and don’t even get me started on housing prices around here. There is this little, run-down, bungalow in my neighbourhood–the kind of house that makes you wonder “who lives there?” because you never see any signs of life around it. Well, this house is now for sale…
Holy shit, it’s sold.
Anyway, the cost of housing is unbelievable, and the city’s grown way too fast and too much for the infrastructure (in my opinion) and a lot of the “character” of Victoria’s been torn down and turned into condos. However, that’s just my opinion and high proof that I’ve turned into someone who tells people that things just aren’t like they used to be…
Damn, that wine was *good. * And I think it was BC wine, too, so I feel like I’ve supported the provincial economy.
My phone takes pictures, too. How do I do anything with these pictures?
Haven’t a clue.
The house in the link? It doesn’t look anything like that picture. Like that picture was taken twenty years ago. Trust me. The house looks a lot more… desolate, overgrown, abandoned, dark, hidden by overgrowth, and just plain crummy. And the fence in the front yard fell down about six months ago.
And still someone bought it at that price. Unbelievable.
Getting your hair done, followed by great hair sex.
Not happenin’ in Chez Reborn. Mr. Reborn is currently sleeping in his recliner after (during) a showing of Butterfly Effect. Dinner was beef stew, green beans, and (canned) (sorry Swampy) Grands! biscuits. It was all good!